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Dick Prescott’s Third Year at West Point

CHAPTER XII
4/11

As soon as might be, they reported at the gymnasium, there to receive much counsel from coach and captain.
"Keep yourself in good shape, Haynes," called Dick, laughingly, when, after getting into togs, he met the turnback similarly attired.
"Going to funk ?" asked Haynes rather disagreeably.
"Not intentionally, anyway," Dick smiled back at the "sore" one.
"But I hear that we young Davids are going to be pitted against Goliaths this afternoon.

It may be just my luck to go down in one of the scrimmages and get a furlough in hospital." "I hope so!" muttered Haynes, but he said it under his breath.
Out over on the side lines officers and their families, and hordes of visitors, were filing toward the seats.

Across at the east side of the gridiron, Lehigh's few hundred sympathizers were already bunched, and were making up with noise for their smallness of numbers.
Among the Army "boosters" the uniforms of the officers brightened the picture.
From time to time squads or detachments of cadets arrived and passed along to the seats reserved for them in the center.
Below the cadets, the band was stationed, and was already playing lively airs.
Out ahead of the band stood a megaphone on a tripod.

This was to be used, later on, by the cheer-master, one of the cadets, who must call for the yells or the songs that were to be given.
A rousing cheer ascended from the Lehigh seats when the visiting college team trotted out on the field.

Hearty, courteous applause from the Army seats also greeted the visitors.


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